Marc x Socially Anxious! Reader

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Marc jumped onto the balcony, his mighty pen in hand. He watched as she slept. "Just a little revision..."

Suddenly she shifted, turning on her bed. She was asleep. Marc let out a small breath.

"(Y/n)..."

"Marc! Hey!" You slightly slapped his face to wake him up. He pouted and lazily opened an eye.

"What?", he asked groggily. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sat up. He felt the soft grass beneath his fingers. The fresh autumn breeze running past him.

"Mom wants to know if you're staying the night."

Marc furrowed his brows. "Wait, what about your speaking class? Isn't it tomorrow?" You sighed and slumped back on your hands and back, leaning back.

"Yeah, but Mom said you could come. You have trouble speaking, don't you?" Marc just averted his gaze. He did have problems with his words.

But you were on a totally different level. You had a condition that affected your speech and it soon led to your social anxiety. You got bullied for constantly stuttering.

You were working on it, but you could only speak normally around Marc. You still had social anxiety and were a stuttering mess at school. Thankfully nobody bullied you for it this year.

Marc stood up and outstretched a hand. "Yeah, I'll stay. We better hurry." You gladly accepted his hand and he pulled you to your feet.

"Come on, Marc! The bus is here!"

Marc ran out of his house and caught up with you. He panted slightly and you giggled. "H-Hey, (Y/n). Ready for school?"

You smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"(Y/n)! Marc! Ovet here!" Marinette was waving y'all over. You told yourself you weren't going to stutter.

You smiled at her as you walked with Marc. She stsrted talking to you until Chloe came by.

"Ugh, look at these losers! No wonder they're alone. They're with her.", she complained pointing to you. She laughed and walked away, flipling her hair in the process. You tucked your baf closer to your chest and backed away from the group.

"Don't pay attention ro her, (Y/n). Chloe's just jealous." Marinette gsve tou a reassuring smile but it didn't help. You shook your head and started shaking. "I-I shouldn't b-be out h-here. I-I-I wouldn't w-want y-y'all to be seen w-with a loser."

You ran into the school and hid in the bathroom. Chloe always had a way of making you feel bad. You started crying softly as if to not let snyone hear you.

"I have to go after her. I-I'll be right back!" I rsn into the school and chased (Y/n). Hoe could Chloe just do that?!

"(Y/n)! Wait!"

She just ran until she locked herself in the restroom. I sighed and slowed my pace. I went up to the door and put my forehead to it.

"(Y/n)...p-please come out." No response. I feel bad for her.

She had worked so hard. I'll give Chloe a piece of my mind. I balled up my fist and gritted my teeth.

Chloe is such a brat! Because of her (Y/n) is scared. I heard flapping.

I looked to my right and saw an akuma. My eyes widened. I thought it would go after me but it somehow slipped through the crack of the restroom's door.

I beat on ths door and shouted for (Y/n) to come out. "(Y/n)! Get out of there before-" But it was too late.

The door busted open and there stood my worst nightmare. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. (Y/n)...she was akumatized.

"Don't worry, Marc. You won't have to protect me. Come with me,willingly and we can rule all of Paris, together!"

I shook my head and stuttered. "(Y-Y/n)! Fight it! D-don't give in!" She only snickered.

"I am not (Y/n). I am Speechie!" She smirked and flew towards me. "And you, Marc, are going to be my king."

I wasn't going to run away. I love (Y/n). I'm not just going to abandon her in her time of need!

Then the entire Earth shook. I turned my head side to side and saw the school,fading away. I turned to (Y/n) but she wasn't there.

Then I blinked. I was in class, Ms.Mandelieve glaring at me. I ducked a bit from her intense stare.

"Well, are you?"

I furrowed mt brows in confusion, taking small glances around the room. Everyone was looking at me. I realized: I had been writing.

Mt fictatious fantasies of the fictional character, (Y/n), had gotten the better of me. I blushed a deep shade of red and cleared my throat.

"I-I'm sorry?" Ahe sighed and crossed her arms. "Are you going to show the new student around?"

I looked to the ftont or the room in confusion. But when I looked my eyes grew a good size. My mouth fell agape.

There, at the front of the room, stood my made up character. (Y/n). But...how?

She had the same beautiful smile and (S/t) skin, mesmerising (E/c) eyes, gorgeous (H/l), (H/c) hair that my character did. It was uncanny. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief.

"Don't just sit there! Get moving!"

I stood from my seat and made my way over to her. I grasped her hand and smiled shyly. "(Y/n)...you're-you're here."

She smiled too and pulled me in a tight embrace. "Yes, I'm here." I smiled but quickly changed my expression at her next words.

"My king..."